After Marrying the Sick and Weak Son, I Turned Around

   Chapter 82 An An is angry

  Liang Mingyu bit her lip, "I feel like you're partial to her."

  Shen Juncheng's tone was calm, "That's your illusion, I'm just talking about things, you know, my cousin is not an unreasonable person, she didn't do anything, why am I torturing her for no reason?"

   "Okay, let's eat, the girls don't know if they like it or not, and I don't know how to be ashamed."

  Liang Mingyu stuck out his tongue and silently grilled the rice.

   Liang Guangwen looked at Cheng'er, but did not speak.

  After dinner, Liang Guangwen wanted to take care of Shen Juncheng's body. He used Sang Dong yesterday. Although the poison had faded, it accidentally triggered the poison in his body. He came to him in a hurry and wanted Liang Guangwen to suppress him again.

  Liang Mingyu went to Yilian Pavilion in a sullen mood, curling the long hair on his chest along the way, feeling sullen.

  Shuangman followed and said with concern, "Miss Yu'er, are you still angry about what happened this morning?"

  Liang Mingyu pouted, it's not just about the morning, but also the attitude of his cousin just now.

   She hummed sullenly, her expression very sad.

  Shuang's eyes rolled around, suddenly approached, and said a plan, a plan that could vent her anger.

  Liang Mingyu just thought it was feasible, but then remembered what his cousin said and shook his head, "Shuangman, cousin won't let me provoke that Su Anan."

  Shuang was full of surprise, the son actually protected that Su Anan?

  Liang Mingyu found a gazebo and sat down, and immediately explained what happened at the dinner table.

  Shuangman and Liang Mingyu, who were on the same front, believed that this was still Su An'an's plan, and they made progress by retreating.

   I am afraid that the young master has been deceived.

  A man, after all, he will be a little more tolerant towards beautiful and weak women, then Su Anan must have taken advantage of this.

   Liang Mingyu knocked on the table.

  Shuangman pondered for a while, then leaned over and said, "Then move the green smoke."

  Shuangman observed for a long time, this Su Anan cares about Cuiyan a lot, maybe it's more enjoyable to move Cuiyan than directly to Su Anan.

   And you can give her a slap in the face, let her restrain herself, don't think that you are called a young lady, she is really the owner of Shenzhuang.

   Liang Mingyu's eyes lit up, yes, why didn't she think of it.

  Cousin said not to provoke Su Anan, so it should be fine to punish Cuiyan.

   She immediately thanked Shuangman sweetly, and hurried to the kitchen.

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   After lunch, Su Anan went to study Wen Daozi's painting style again.

   She looked at which painting to choose, which was more suitable for Gu Xiu.

   After about half an hour, she chose a few pictures, rolled them up and planned to bring them to Yaoniang next time, and read the book for a while.

   When she moved, she realized that her shoulders and necks were a little sore. She subconsciously shouted, "Cuiyan, come and help me squeeze, my neck is sore."

   "Cuiyan?"

   For a long time, there was no reply.

   Su Anan turned around, only to find that there was no one at the door.

   She got up, walked to the door and shouted a few more times, "Cuiyan?"

   Still no response.

   She suddenly had a bad feeling and walked to the door, "A Liang."

  Li Liang was guarding the gate. Seeing the young lady coming out, he hurriedly asked, "What is your order?"

  Su Anan asked, "Where's Cuiyan?"

   "Sister Cuiyan?"

  Li Liang recalled that it seems that Sister Cuiyan has not returned since she went to the kitchen to deliver tableware after lunch.

   Su An was relieved, and immediately put on her skirt and went to the kitchen, Li Liang quickly followed.

  When we got to the kitchen, a group of servants and maids gathered together in twos and threes, picking dishes and chatting.

  Su Anan asked directly, "Did anyone see where Cuiyan went?"

A servant girl in her early thirties was holding the half-choked beans, as if she wanted to return something, and another woman hurriedly bumped her elbow, and then said with a smile: "Mrs Hui, after Miss Cuiyan has delivered the tableware, Go right back."

  Su An hurriedly rolled her eyes over, and the delicate young lady squinted her eyes with a bit of aura, which made the old woman whimper for a while, and immediately lowered her head.

   Couldn't ask anything from the servants, or maybe they were told not to say anything, so she turned around and said, "A Liang, go to Yilian Pavilion."

   Usually, Cuiyan comes alone to serve meals and deliver tableware, and there is nothing wrong with it. Today, I am alone, and I don’t need to guess, I know who it is.

  Liang Mingyu!

  She clenched her palms tightly, strode away, Haitanghong's skirt drawn a cold arc in the air...

   The servant girl holding the beans sighed in her heart when she saw the young lady's back.

  The other old woman shuddered, but she didn't see that this soft and weak one was still a little bit angry.

   When Su Anan was far away, she rolled her eyes again courageously, what if she looked like, you are not in charge of the mansion, she sighed, she sat down to choose dishes again, and wentssips.

   The woman who chose beans persuaded her to say a few words less.

  Su Anan hurried to Yilian Pavilion and was told that Liang Mingyu was not there.

   She was picking loquats at Qingjingxuan.

   Isn't Su Anan picking loquats? Well, Liang Mingyu will pick them too, and they will pick them bigger and sweeter than hers.

   The loquats in my cousin’s yard are the oldest and the best cooked, and it’s also my cousin’s yard, where can ordinary people come in and pick them.

   That Su Anan is only suitable for picking at the gate of Yilian Pavilion.

  Liang Mingyu climbed up personally and was happy to pick it up.

  Liang Guangwen sat below and told her to be careful.

  Shen Juncheng was drinking tea, looking up at the golden loquat, thoughtfully.

   It’s another year of loquat ripening, but no one can make the soft, waxy and sweet loquat cake for him again…

  Every year, every year, the loquats in this yard grow from blue to mature, and finally fall into the mud and are buried by the autumn wind.

  Yue Luoshuangman held the frame to pick up the loquat below, Liang Mingyu's silver bell-like laughter came from the tree, and Qingjingxuan was full of joy.

   It's just that the joy was so good, the next second, it was broken by a knock on the door.

  Chaosheng explained apologetically, "Young Master, Young Madam insisted on coming in, but did not give your subordinates time to report..."

  Su An'an was in a straight-forward posture, Chaosheng wanted to reach out his hand to stop her, so she rushed forward. After all, it was the mistress, how dare Chaosheng touch her, so she broke in directly.

   Shen Juncheng was slightly surprised, this was the first time she had forced his way into his yard regardless of etiquette.

   He waved his hand, and just as he was about to signal the tide to recede, he heard Su Anan raised his head and said to Liang Mingyu who was sitting on a tree trunk, "Where is Cuiyan?"

The    voice seemed a bit aggressive, which made Liang Guangwen dissatisfied.

   This Su Anan is too arrogant.

  Liang Mingyu raised her eyebrows, looking at her red eyes slightly proud, "You are funny or not, where is your maid, how does this miss know?"

  Su Anan raised her eyes and said with anger, "Don't pretend, the old lady in the kitchen said that Cuiyan was called away by you, and she hasn't returned yet. It wasn't you who hid her, who else could it be?"

  Liang Mingyu lightly jumped from the tree, jumped down, and brushed off the leaves on his body.

   Hearing that Su Anan had been to the kitchen, he pouted.

  , the woman in the kitchen is really useless, didn't she tell them not to say anything and make her anxious for a while?

   She didn't know that Su Anan's sentence was just to deceive her. It didn't make much sense whether the kitchen said it or not, and she could guess that it was her handwriting.

   (end of this chapter)